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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
‘Ding-dong’
The doorbell rang. Sitting relaxed in the sofa, I shifted my eyes from the TV to the clock on the wall. It showed ten minutes past seven.
‘Who could be calling at this time in the evening?’ I wondered. Since I had closed the curtains, windows and front-door, I could not get any inkling of the darkness as well as the turbulent weather outside. Nature had prepared for a heavy storm and thundershower. I could not see the lightning and occasional thunder eclipsed in the big applause of crowd in the stadium of cricket-match I was watching on the TV.
As I opened the door, I was pleasantly surprised to see someone I least expected to find at that hour. Standing on the step leading to the door, in a bent forward position and trying to squeeze out splattered rain-water from the lower portion of her sari was a tall, young lady of about 29 years age. Since she was bending, the pallu of her sari had come off from her shoulder resting on the middle of her left hand. With the front of her blouse making a big gap, in the light coming out from the drawing room, I could get a clear glimpse of her naked dark valley between two partially nude fair mountains which were her breasts. I had big trouble trying to minimize my popping eyes to bring to their normal size.
“Y-e-s?” I asked enquiringly at her.
Meeting my eyes, she appeared visibly embarrassed in her condition. She hurriedly stood in upright position replacing the pallu quickly on to her shoulder covering her bosom. From her look, I knew she too had not expected to meet a stranger at the door.
“Lekha?” Instead of answering mine, she opted to shoot a return question at me.
‘Oh..she wanted to meet my niece’ I thought.
“Well, my niece and all members of the family had gone to visit some temples far off and they would be back tomorrow morning only. They would be making a night stay at the house of one of our relatives en route. Didn’t anyone tell you that before?” I said.
With this, I had given clue I was the uncle of the girl she wanted to meet as well as there was none except me in the house.
I could see her clothes were drenched at the places of her shoulders, hands and lower legs, obviously could not be protected with her small folding umbrella she had kept by the side of the step. Further, the winds lashed out were still bringing rain-drops and water vapours wetting her clothes. Then I looked beyond her to find pitch darkness all around the area and ways outside. I guessed the strong winds must have caused some short-circuit and the street-lights were off.
“Please come in” I invited her more as a formal courtesy than any eagerness to get her inside.
I found her hesitating. Then as if walking on egg-shells she took steps forward and came to the drawing room. I offered a sofa and she sat on it.
In the full light in the drawing room, I could see more of her clearly. She was fair and of my height. The mangalsutra chain around her neck indicated she was married. May be, she had a vital statistics of 36-28-36. She was wearing a light maroon colour printed synthetic sari with matching blouse. She was average beautiful. Was she looking sexy? Good question. Just when I saw her outside in the bending position with the nude upper portion of her tits and cleavage visible, she looked sexy alright. But with the modest look of her face and the pallu now covering her bosom, she looked just any average young lady.
“May I know who are you?” I asked politely.
“I am Lekha’s computer tuition teacher” I noted her cleverness not to reveal her name.
“Oh...... I am sorry but I should scold her for not telling you before in order not to cause this trouble to you now” I said with a grin.
“It’s alright. It happens sometimes people forget” she tried to pacify me.
I was honestly in a predicament what to say to her. My brain could not come out with anything. So, the heart worked.
“You can better go to the bathroom to help yourself...” I suggested.
She considered it and told “Thank you, it’s alright. In fact, it would be of no use. Because, I need to go back to my house far off, at least one and a half kilometers away through the narrow and muddy ways between paddy fields”.
“Oh....I exclaimed. “But then, there is no light and it is all darkness outside” I reminded her..”Do you opt to wait till the rains subside?”
“No use again. B-u-t............” she stopped here visibly fumbling.
I could see clearly from her face that the predicament I had felt a minute earlier had been shifted to her now.
“Is there anything I can help about?” I enquired.
“Actually.....actually....the way I have to go back is very lonely. And, it is rains and darkness outside. Further, I have to go by the side of a country liquor shop...........”
I could now clearly understand the reason of her predicament. “Don’t worry. I shall accompany you. Any way, I was simply passing my time watching the TV”
“It might be a trouble to you...” she said. But, I noted she did not mind a man, a total stranger, following her to the house. May be she considered the company of a man would ensure her feel safer than venturing to go out alone.
“Not at all. My pleasure. After all, you took so much of pains to reach here for my niece’s sake. My courtesy demands it” I pleaded.
With this, I stood up and went inside searching for an umbrella and torchlight. I could get the torch but could not find an umbrella.
I came back to the drawing room and said to her: “I am sorry, I could get the torch but could not get an umbrella”
She smiled and replied “It’s alright. We can manage with my umbrella”
I switched off the TV and locked the front door. By the time, she was ready opening her umbrella. I folded my lungi up to the level of my knees and tied it.
Walking out of the gate, we went through the dark paths lighted with the torch. The rain was still pouring in big drops. I found she held the umbrella shifting it more to cover my body than hers. I was no fool to notice she kept at least three inches distance between our bodies though sometimes they bushed together while we walked. It was obvious neither of us could help about it.
“Hey......” I hesitated and asked “What is your good name?”
“Divya” she said coyly.
“Well, Madam, you need not to have to protect me from the rains. I have to take a bath anyway before dinner. So, don’t worry about me” I said.
I think she smiled though I could not see it in the darkness.
But she certainly shook me with a question “If you wanted to call me as Madam, why did you ask my name?”
I knew this lady was nobody’s fool.
“Well, it was my curiosity to know your name. But it was my way of showing politeness to give dignity to a lady suiting to her stature” I replied gently.
Three minutes of our walk brought us to an L-turn. Suddenly I found a dim light from a hut-like structure by the side of our way and heard some loud noises coming from there.
“It is the toddy shop” she reminded “These labour class people booze out here making all problems and havocs for the passers-by”
I heard several people talking loudly and laughing, obviously under the influence of liquor. I also noticed some men without any upper garment peeping out to watch who were walking on the way in the light of the torch.
“This is quite unsafe for a lady....” she said.
“Yeah” I agreed.
Another turning brought us to a higher position and I found the path going down steeply to a lower plain leading to the vast expanse of paddy-fields. The way between the fields was very narrow, muddy and slippery too. We had just reached the beginning of the vast stretch of rice vegetation when she asked: “You didn’t tell me your name”
“My name is Jairaj” I said casually.
As if she was about to place her foot on a venomous serpent, I found her retreating her step quickly and remaining standstill. I turned the beam of the torch-light to just below our feet but found nothing. Then I shifted to look at her face and found her gaping at me in utter bewilderment.
“What happened, Madam?” I enquired.
I think it took few more seconds for her to recover from her visible shock.
“N-o-t-h-i-n-g” she seemed struggling to answer.
“No, there is something definitely wrong with you. I observed you reacted suddenly and sharply when you heard my name. Why?” my voice too sounded surprise.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked as if she was going to request for a personal loan of Rs.10 Lacs.
“Sure...no problem...go ahead” I encouraged.
“Is...is....is your lucky number ‘9’?” she stammered for the first time obviously out of her hesitation and mounting excitement.
But I felt a pang in my heart as if she pierced it with a sharp pin.
“No. Why?” I asked.
“Is 99 your lucky number” she shot back another question instead of answering mine.
“Nope” I said. I knew this lady was dangerous.
“Okay, then is it 999 any way?” I knew she was observing my face in the darkness the way a police inspector looked at a thief to notice any sudden change in his facial expression during interrogation.
“Can you cut that creep out and come straight to what you are hinting at?” I demanded not attempting to conceal my impatience.
I waited with growing anxiety, hoping that what I knew was going to happen would not happen, but of course it did.
“I was wondering if you were the same Jairaj who had written those exquisite erotic stories published in Kerala Erotica” she said, now with a little scare obviously fearing my possible retaliation. Then I found her facial expression change as if she did a crime asking that question to me.
She dropped her last bomb on my head which surely was atomic. I knew she got me right where she wanted. I knew there was no point to shake off struggling to come out of the hook. I knew for sure there was no point in bluffing her. So, I decided to play straight and honest. “Yes, I am the same Jairaj” I paused and added “I think you got it from my e-mail ID” I said with a wide grin just to pacify and reassure her.
“Yeah...but then I was making a wild shot. I was afraid how you would react” she returned my smile the way a junior staff smiles listening to a trash joke told by his boss.
“But how? How could you guess and come so close?” I asked in disbelief.
She said “You know, there are few names which are seemingly familiar names yet most people, me for one, have not yet met a guy in person with that particular name. For example, we have heard names like Jayachandran, Jaiprakash, Jayaseelan, Jaikumar and Jayaram and we have come across such people too. But your name, Jairaj. sounds very common yet I could not meet anyone in person so far.
“You are intelligent, no doubt” I complimented her and I really meant what I said.
“Thank you” she said triumphantly.
Suddenly, I knew another thought was coming into my mind. This decent, noble looking lady is one who surfs Internet and frequently visits sites of adult-entertainment. So, she is not all that cool as she looked to be.
“I am a great fan of you.” she interrupted my thoughts. “I immensely enjoy reading your stories. They were nicely crafted. I always look eagerly for your new story to be published.............” she went on appreciating and admiring my stories and my writing skills. Beyond that what arrested my attention were her words “I like the way you begin and weave your story, the way you build up interest, develop passion, germinate orgy and ecstasy and culminate to great orgasms in your descriptions of lovemaking....”
I thought this amply proved she was not merely warm but a very hot substance, indeed.
“Thank you very much, Madam. I am happy to know you enjoyed reading my stories” I said reciprocally.
“Call me, Divya” she requested me.
“Thanks” I said.
“By the way, Divya, now since you knew me fully well and about my amorous ways and if you have any hesitation or fear about my coming with you, you can surely say so. No problem. I shall leave you here itself...” I said.
“Oh...think nothing of it. I am really excited and thrilled to have met my favourite writer in person. I know this is nothing to be publicized about for obvious reasons” She paused and said “Had anyone caught you red-handed like this before?”
“Yeah. Only once before. Bye a lady who was the chief of a company where I went for an interview” I admitted.
“Yeah..yeah.. I forgot it. You had written a story on it. That too was a very lovely one” she said.
“You are right and thanks once again” I said.
“Why you chose Kerala Erotica as the site for publishing your stories, particularly when you work and stay in North India?” she asked.
“A good question” I said and continued “Look, we are South Indians, to be specific Keralites or commonly called as Malayalis. We should be proud to have our own website for adult entertainment. I have visited their site many times and had a lot of interaction with them before deciding to send my stories to them for publication. I was pleasantly convinced it was the best quality adult-entertainment site in the country. I am not doing any benchmarking, but from my personal experience I can vouch for the fact that Kerala Erotica is quite comparable or stands ahead of all similar entertainment sites in the world. This is something we can surely be proud of....”
“In which way you find them different from others?” she asked.
“Yeah...I was coming to that. They have got a very good team of professionals at the helm of their affairs and publication. They seek valuable opinions and suggestions from their visitors and readers to enrich and enhance the quality of its contents to serve their visitors more better. We can rarely come across another wonderful website who does the way Kerala Erotica promotes the interests of the people who visit their site. And, mind you, gone are the days we believed Malayalis only visited this site. Many people belonging to other States, languages and countries visit Kerala Erotica regularly. I don’t expect you to believe me, but I am speaking the truth, I have many fans from our neighbouring countries. They only said they read my stories from Kerala Erotica’s website. That proves Kerala Erotica’s popularity”
“My opinion is same as yours” she fully agreed with me.
“Hmmm.....” I nodded my approval.
“Can I ask a personal question? Were all your stories real incidents happened in your life?” she asked.
“If you do not mind my saying so, Divya, I would better opt not to answer it. That would be taking the cat too much out of my bag” I said defensively.
“Okay, as you wish” she said.
“Which story of mine you liked the most?” I asked.
“If you do not mind my saying so, Jairaj, I would better opt not to answer it either” she retorted with a loud giggle.
I noticed she was looking at my face intently now to see if I had taken any offence to what she had just said. Then to my utter amazement I distinctly felt something cold creeping at the lower side of my back. For a second, I feared it might be some creatures like centipede or a flying insect landed on my back. I felt a chill run down my spine as I knew it was her left hand wrapped around my back! I knew she had not slipped on the way to hold me for saving herself from falling. When I looked at her face probingly, she greeted me with an electrifying smile which lit up her whole face even in that darkness.
‘Mr. Jai, you are a great man and another good luck is coming your way’ I heard my mind telling this to me.
In a reciprocal gesture, I put my right hand around her back.
“How long is your house from here?” I asked.
“Crossing these paddy-fields, another five minutes walk” she said.
I saw she now walked bringing her body close to mine. Did she lean a little towards me? Was it my imagination? Was I dreaming too much? I can bet I was not. All the same, I was determined to find that out for myself.
I considered it would take minimum ten minutes difficult walk to cross the paddy-fields itself.
I stopped short. She also followed me to a halt. I looked at both ends of the ways. I thought even ghosts would not dare come that way in the pitch darkness. If at all anyone ventured to come that way, we can easily find them from a distance without their finding us.
Suddenly, I turned to face her. I looked at her face and eyes deeply probing for about ten seconds. I found her breathing heavily and panting too. May be she was excited; her big bosom rose and fell to the rhythm of her breathing. Even in that darkness I could notice that unmistakable expression filling her face – an expression of a presentiment of impending accident.
“Are you desirous and willing to....?” I need not have to complete it as she was more intelligent than me to know what I meant.
“Yes, I am....” she said.
But this time I did not allow her to complete the sentence because her trembling lips had already been imprisoned with my mouth in a hot, deep, passionate kiss. I expected her lips to be cold but they were surprisingly warm.
“Hhhmmmm......” she felt problem in breathing though did not struggle to get her lips released from the grip of my mouth. I saw her eyes closing in an unknown pleasure of saturation.
I held her body tightly to mine in a hard-pressed hug with my hands around her body while she kept the umbrella over our heads. Her raised hands provided a projected appearance of her bosom and her breasts under the blouse and bras pinned to my chest. I sucked her big, luscious lower lip greedily.
At this stage, I expected her to remain receptive but I was wrong. She was both responsive and reciprocating with her struggle to conquer me to take my lip into her mouth for sucking. I yielded to her. She sucked my lips the way a hungry baby sucks the nipple of its mother. We had to take enough care and caution to keep our standing position on the muddy way not to allow ourselves slip and fall. All the same, I thought it might happen any time.
I cupped her left breast with my right palm over her blouse. “Uuufffff......” she released a soft moan.
“Jai, I can’t imagine it is really happening to me” She continued after a pause “You know, it is after a long time any man, other than my husband, handling my breasts”.
I withdrew my hands suddenly as if I touched a live electric wire.
“Divya, if you have any qualm or compunction or if you feel any guilty-conscience, then I won’t touch you” I said apologetically.
“Oh... nothing of that sort, Jai. Going by your stories, I believe you have learnt and understood of a lady, her desires and needs more than any other person now. You can imagine the boiling desires of a young lady, wife, who has not got the real thing for months together. My husband is in Gulf and it was more than eight months ago I got it I don’t know how long I have to wait more. I don’t know if I would last that longer with my body about to explode into pieces with this suffocating passions.......Yes, Jai, I want this with my full desire, willingness and consent. But how..? I don’t know. It can not happen in my house...”
She had told more than I wanted to know. By the time, she lowered her face to see what was coming to her; I had flipped her pallu aside, opened the front of her blouse and raised her bras releasing her breasts from the cups with impressive expertise and dexterity. I could clearly see the white flesh of her conically shaped breasts aiming their nipples at me. I cupped them both with my hands and caressed in circular motions. Holding the umbrella, she leaned back releasing a “Uuufffff...” moan. I rotated her breasts, squeezing them often. Then I kneaded and tweaked both her nipples keeping them between my fingers. From the way she reacted, I knew for sure she was getting these pleasures after a long time. She thrust her chest towards me and whispered “Jai...suck them....soon....I can’t wait any longer...”
I bent a little in front of her and soon my mouth covered her right breast as my right hand cupped her left tit. I knew we would not get longer time and I decided to make best use of whatever is available. I sucked her breast very hard while I squeezed the other boob very tightly and mercilessly. I knew it was sufficient to make any lady feel pains but amazingly she did not complain at all. Instead she encouraged me “Suck...suck more hard...squeeze more hard...apply all your strength and force Jai...suck and squeeze me the way you did with other ladies described in your stories..”
In fact, to admit the truth, I sucked and squeezed her breasts with force and pressure which I had never applied with any other lady before. After two minutes or so, I exchanged her boobs for my sucking and squeezing.
“Jai, I think we won’t get more time...How about sucking my vagina? I have read in your stories that you enjoyed sucking the vagina of your ladies and gave them multiple orgasms by sucking only. Is it true? But my husband always refused to suck my vagina. He said there is some foul, offensive smell of urine there....”
Was she warning me..? I didn’t care. But I had a feeling she was craving to be sucked than anything right at that moment.
“Had your pussy not been sucked ever before?” I asked.
“Yes...twice. Once, by my husband just three weeks after the marriage. You know, initially I too had repugnance to do blowjob to him. But when he insisted I was doing it to him every night just for his pleasure’s sake. But he never bothered to suck me. So, I asked him once. So he did, just licking. He stopped that too within a minute as he complained of some bad smell. I never asked for it again.
“Did you get the second experience from any other person?” I enquired.
“No...no...It was before my marriage. It was from a girl, my class-mate. It was a lesbian experience. We sucked each other’s vagina. In fact, when she sucked me, I got the highest pleasures I never got so far. In fact, I was dreaming that after my marriage, my husband would be doing it every night. But I never thought I have to remain disappointed for ever” she looked sad.
“Hey, your husband is a stupid man. He doesn’t have the knowledge and skill in the art of sex and lovemaking. Perhaps he does not know anything about human anatomy”
With this, I bent and lifted her sari and petticoat from her legs up to her groin and asked her to hold it. I looked towards her love triangle and found she was wearing panties. I would have loved to pull it down with my teeth slowly. But for lack of time, with haste, I pulled it down her legs with my hands. Then I knelt in front of her. She knew what I was going to do as she now stood separating her legs and thighs for my benefit. I went inside her sari and my probing mouth found her pussy. I smiled to feel her pussy was very warm and wet. No sooner my mouth touched her pussy than did she release a deep ‘Uuuuuuufffffffffffffffff......’ moan.
Yes, it was a very difficult task to mouth her vagina in that position. I had to struggle a lot adjusting my position. I stretched her pussy lips forcibly sideways and I think it pained her a little. I opened up with a shower of hot kisses all over her already wet and juicy slit. Then I took a deep breath of her gulf and canal. I smiled her idiot husband could not distinguish the aroma of her wife’s pussy as, in fact, I would have loved to keep it close to my nose and breath the fragrance of her lovely pussy always. I became aware my face was drenched with an oily liquid. As she was deprived of the sexual pleasures for a long time, it was natural for her to become hot soon after a man’s erotic touches as well as her pussy to secrete pre-cum sooner than the normal time required.
I brought out my tongue and began licking her slit from bottom to up many times. Each time, there was a coating of her cum on my tongue and I had to swallow it each time I licked.
“Huuhhh.....Ooohhhh.......Uffff.........” she continued to moan in different sounds. I was more than willing to give her the real pleasures of oral sex which she was deprived of till that time.
“Jai, I could not dream or imagine I was going to experience these real pleasures when I was going to your house to give computer tuition to your niece. Man! Am I the luckiest lady in this world to get it from none other than my favourite writer Jairaj!” she exclaimed.
I did not say anything as I remained almost hidden inside and under the cover of her sari and petticoat. In fact, I was trying to locate her clitoris. It was only when she released a wild hoot loud enough to bring the whole neighbourhood watching around us, after the tip of my tongue touched a soft pea-shaped substance remained hidden inside the upper hood of her inner labia that I knew I found it. With some trouble and a lot of maneuvering, I got her clit into my mouth. Soon I sucked it very hard. “Wwaaahhhhhh.......” she responded immediately. I think I must have sucked her clit for nearly three minutes. Often I bit and chewed her clit with my teeth, of course, without hurting her.
“Jai....I think I am going to explode soon...can you suck my vagina now. We won’t get much time” she reminded me. And, I knew she might be looking at both ends of the way to make sure no one was coming.
I considered and thought it wise to oblige her soon. I stretched her pussy lips to either side very hard. Yet, I could not get a view of her hole because of her standing position. The problem was more compounded as she had a thick growth of pubic hairs, may be about quarter inch long, all over her vulva. From under her clothes, I asked her to lean her body a little backward so that her pussy would get projected to the front a little. She did what I said. It did the trick but not much. I could locate her hole and I touched it with the tip of my tongue. I tried to press my tongue, but it was difficult to penetrate her hole. I said her so.
“Never mind, Jai. What you do right now is giving me extreme pleasure. Continue with it” she implored.
So, I continued to press her hole repeatedly often rotating my tongue on it. I was desperately trying to fulfill her fantasy so I tried very hard and could insert my tongue inside for about one inch. I twisted and wagged my tongue inside trying to probe and touch every tissue and cell inside her canal.
“Uuiiii......Uuiiii......Uuiiiii......” she shrilled continuously each time I did so. Then she did something. She began thrusting her pelvic forward hitting my face with her vulva. I felt she made some movements, possibly folded her umbrella as the rains had stopped by then. She brought her hands under her clothes and began to pull the hairs on my head out of the pleasures of oral sex she was experiencing for the first time. It was paining me, alright, but I did not complain.
Later, I withdrew my tongue and kept my mouth tightly pressed to her hole and began to suck it hard. I was creating a vacuum inside her tunnel. The trick worked because, I knew I was getting more juices from her cave now. She continued to moan fiercely. I realized she stopped pulling my hairs but started to press my head hard on her pussy. I think I mouthed her vagina for another five minutes or so when I seemed to have heard a thunder. It was her roar of reaching climax as my mouth was suddenly filled up with a flow of warm thick liquid. The way one drinks water keeping his mouth tilted upward under a tubewell pump, I drank her entire cum down my throat. May be she was attaining orgasm after a long gap of time, the quantity of cum she pumped out was enormous for any lady to eject. I felt my stomach was half-full or rather sufficient to quench thirst of any man toiling under hot sunshine.
As the flow fizzled out, my immediate thought was how to fuck her.
I came out from inside her dresses and stood up. She kissed all over my face passionately.
“I must thank you very much, Jai. It is for the first time in my life I have ever got the real pleasures of sucking my vagina in real expertise, that too by a real master of sex. How sweet of you to have drunk all my juices! Hey, your face is completely smeared with my juices” she said.
“Hahahaha....” I laughed. It is not juices but perfume spray, dear” I said.
She mopped my face with the pallu of her sari. “What a wonderful orgasm you have given me, Jai! Can I now get the pleasure of sucking you?” she sounded pleading than an expression of desire or willingness.
I considered this for a moment. Time is running short. We can’t expect to be alone for longer. I would, of course, love her to do a blowjob. But if I could not sustain and reach climax, it would take at least another ten to fifteen minutes for me to erect again. I don’t know, but I had a burning desire to fuck this lady. If she does blowjob, it won’t be possible for me to fuck her for lack of time.
“Leave it Divya. But can we have a round of lovemaking?” I asked.
“I was thinking about it all the while you were sucking me, Jai. But I can’t think of a way how we can do it”
She was right. I observed the narrow path with the torchlight. It was all muddy. I walked a few steps inspecting the ground. After covering a little distance, I found the path became grassy. I probed further to locate a grassy plain without shrubs and thorns. I was lucky to find some area not far off.
“Do you mean we should do sexual intercourse lying on this place?” she was visibly surprised.
“Divya, all people make love lying on bed or floor. That is quite common. But where is the thrill in it? Don’t you wish to experiment something unique and exotic? Won’t it give you an exciting occasion to remember every time, even after ten years, that you had a wonderful lovemaking out in the open, in the middle of paddy fields, on a rainy night, that too lying on narrow grassy passageway?” I enquired.
My opinion did the trick and I found her smiling and nodding her approval. “Anything you say” she agreed.
She watched me crushing the long grasses with my footwear to make them plain to provide a spongy cushion effect. Then I removed my lungi and spread it on the plain.
“Come on, lay on it” I told her.
I saw her giggling while trying to lie. “You are really wonderful, Jai. You believe in exotic and exquisite lovemaking. I have read it in your stories but now I can vouch for it” she said. Then she added quickly “Should I remove my clothes?”
“No” I said. “To undress and redress your clothes particularly sari would take much time”
As she lay on the plain, I lifted her sari and petticoat up to above her pussy keeping them in a heap at one side on the ground. I also raised her blouse and bras to bring her boobs out in the open. I smiled to watch her fair breasts and legs shine, even in the darkness, like marble balls and slabs. I watched at both sides of the way. There was no sign of anyone coming.
I quickly removed my underwear and sat on the ground between her legs. I had to help her separate her legs and thighs as wide as possible keeping them in a raised position. It helped to raise her buttocks to bring her pussy in an elevated angle.
I switched on the torch for a brief second just enough to locate her pussy hole. I kept one finger on it and with my other hand; I guided my rock-like dick on her hole.
I kept my hands on the ground at either sides of her body to support my own weight and kept my body in a straight line. Then I pressed down my buttocks to drive my dick in. Nothing happened. I applied more force. Nothing happened again. I became aware in spite of her pussy being wet and juicy, yet her pussy hole and canal were tight. I tried with more force and pressure, yet nothing happened.
She was a married lady and not a virgin. Okay, she didn’t have regular sexual intercourse, or she had it after a long time. Yet, her pussy can not be that much close and tight. What was wrong with her? I wondered!
I tried four-five times more, yet I could not succeed. Then I became aware she was closing and tightening her pussy hole and canal involuntarily whenever I forced, may be through muscular spasms. I knew she had guilty-conscience at the back of her mind out of orthodox feelings. I knew I had to distract her attention to really enter her.
I raised my head and pretended to look sideways. With a note of alarm, I whispered: “Divya...I find a moving light very far off”
The trick worked. And I was waiting and ready for the split second. Out of her anxiety, I felt her pussy suddenly relaxed and I made a heavy heave and thrust forward with my dick.
‘Plickkkkkkk......’ my dick ploughed through a tight marshy cave and surprisingly disappeared almost three-fourth of its length.
“Uuuuuufffffff......Ooouuuuccccchhhhhhhh.......” she screamed in real pain as she was apparently taken by surprise.
“Don’t worry, there is nobody coming to disturb us” I consoled her.
She knew it was my trick to enter her. “Jai, you are more cunning and clever than a jackal”
“So I am” I agreed, remembering of the likely safe limited time left for us.
I began attacking her from all quarters. I drove my dick deep into her and withdrew in quick successions; my right hand squeezed her left boob tightly and my left hand held her head with my mouth covering hers showering hot and deep kisses. As this went on for a couple of minutes, I noticed a sudden change in her behaviour.
She brought her legs up, wrapped them around my body holding it tightly and began giving upward reciprocating thrusts with her pussy arching her body to almost a semi-circle. Simultaneously, she held my upper body tightly glued to hers with her hands and fighting to take my lips in to her mouth for sucking. When she could not succeed in getting my lips, she shot her tongue into my mouth trying to mate with mine.
Then she did something which pleased me very much. Whenever, I drove my cock deep into her, she held it tightly inside her by giving a vice-like grip by contracting her vaginal muscles. This gave more skin-to-skin touch pleasures as my cock grinded her tissues magnificently while going in and out. I knew she was also deriving ecstatic pleasures by the way she began to moan wildly.
I felt an inexplicable sort of sizzling pleasures engulfing and inundating me and I invigorated my fucking more fiercely.
“Darling, I have noticed a sudden change in your attitude. Can you explain?” I asked her.
“Can you guess?” she maintained her habit of shooting a counter-question instead of answering one.
“No” I said. I was only being honest as I could not imagine of anything other than fucking this sex-starved lady to the fullest.
“Jai, I suddenly remembered your exquisite lengthiest story about your one-time sexy, childless neighbour lady, who wanted to become pregnant from you. I was only trying to emulate and match her as I had always felt envy of her for the ways she enjoyed with you. It was simply superb...”
“Hahahaha.......Oh...that....” I laughed out loudly.
However, I continued to ram her with heavy thrusts with my cock. Each time, it penetrated her and she reciprocated with her upward thrust incessantly, she released “Uff...Uff...Uff...Uff...Uff...Uff...” moans.
“Hahahahaha.......”Amused to hear her rhythmic moans, I laughed loudly once again.
“Hey, what happened? What makes you laugh?” she enquired.
“Divya, the way you moan with uff...uff...uff sounds, it reminds me the way the old steam engines of trains used to start and run making similar sounds”
“Hahaha...” this time it made her laugh. “Jai, it is really an exciting and adventurous experience we are having together now”
“You are right” I agreed.
Suddenly, I picked up on the accelerator and increased the speed and force of my thrusts mauling her pussy savagely. She tried really hard to cope up to reciprocate. May be I was in a hurry to finish before anyone thought of coming that way, may be I was a little selfish; I did not bother to explore every millimeter inside her pussy to locate her G-spot to stimulate it which would have taken her to the pinnacle of sexual pleasures. However, it didn’t take more than another couple of minutes for her to climax with a thunderous roar. I suddenly felt my cock inside became free out of her clutches as it was submerged in her thick oily cum.
“Jai...I have reached Heavens” she bombed.
“Hey Divya, I too am about to reach orgasm. What should I do? Should I do it inside you?” I enquired.
“No..No...No..., please take it out. I don’t want to become pregnant. You were not using condom nor was I taking any precautions like oral pills or loop as my husband is away for long. You can’t imagine what will happen to me if I become conceived. My husband will shoot me through my head! Yeah...do one thing. Put it inside my mouth. Let me enjoy and drink it...” she suggested.
I was just in time to withdraw my cock and put it straight into her open mouth hurriedly as my cock spurted out large quantity of seminal fluid in intermittent jets. I watched her gulping it down her throat merrily.
“How does it taste?” I asked.
“How did my cum you drank a little time before taste to you?” she retorted. I smiled to note this lady will never answer a question but will shoot a counter one!
“It tasted like nectar” I replied.
“Then yours tasted like pal-payasam” she grinned. (Pal-payasam is a kheer made with milk, sugar and rice)
We got up from the ground. I shrugged my lungi, now wet with rain water on the grasses it was spread on. I wore it as she too adjusted her dresses.
As we began our onward journey to her house, she told “Look, when I was getting out of my house to go to yours, I could never imagine this much of unexpected events would be in store for me. Now I can proudly feel I belong to that genre of luckiest ladies who had received heavenly pleasures of fucking experience from you”
“It remained same when I saw you just outside my door for the first time” I said.
“Jai, I have one fear...” she fumbled.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Were you sure, nobody saw us together making love? If someone had seen and talked, I will be in real trouble”
“Hahaha...” I laughed and said “Pray your God not to give the power-to-speak to the rice leaves and grasses and, of course, to the dark clouds in the sky. That only can save you”.
She smiled and seemed to relax hearing this.
It took nearly ten minutes walk to cross over the fields and by narrow ways through the plains to reach her house. I could see the light of a bulb in the courtyard itself. The front door remained closed. As it would have taken a little more time for her to return usually after the tuition, they were not expecting her at that time.
“Jai, thank you very much for.......”
“Think nothing of it. It was my pleasure too” I interrupted her.
As she was about to open the gate to her house, I asked.
“Divya, can I write a story on this experience of ours and send it to Kerala Erotica for publishing?”
I saw her brooding over it for some time. Then said “Okay, but Jai, please change my name and identity to keep anonymity and secrecy”
“Sure, I will do that” I said.
“Thank you” she said and waved at me.
I waved back and began my long walk back to my house. All along this lonely journey I had only one doubt eating into my mind: “Was the person who coined the saying ‘Sthreeya charithram, Purushassya bhagyam’ to best describe about the unpredictable nature of women’s mind and men’s luck, having me and this lady in his mind?”
Readers of this story will surely say ‘No’. Because, we were not the only pair in the past or at present and would certainly not be in future also as history always repeats. Readers can send their comments to me to my E-mail ID: jairaj999@yahoo.co.in
With regards and best wishes for a Happy and Prosperous New Year to all readers and Kerala Erotica,
Jairaj
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